Talking to my mother about faith,
But my mind is numb from all the pain…
Why me I question?
Reality always feel fiction.
To differentiate what is true and false
Is like an impossible mission.
But will I be a survivor?
Will I succeed despite the difficulties?
Will faith give me peace?
Or will it be a façade to display?
...
But I talked to my mother about faith.
I still feel ambivalence in my heart
Like I'm on the fence throwing a dart.
Aiming at this balloon of hope I envision
Will I hit it or will it ascend?
Will I die or will I live?
I will never truly know,
Because life as I know goes before you go.